Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.